Blood and Secrets 4 (The Calvetti Crime Family) by Rose Harper

Author:Rose Harper [Harper, Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rose Publishing
Published: 2018-09-10T16:00:00+00:00

9

MATEO

My eyes land on the rusty table deteriorating in the corner. For what seems like the millionth time, my gaze treks over the contours of the instruments gracing its dingy surface. Dark, demented thoughts ram against the barrier at the back of my mind. They are pleading, begging me to give into their sweet, succulent allure.

I’m tempted. So fucking tempted to say forget it all, allowing them full reign over me and my actions. Only, something keeps holding me back. To say I’m confused is an understatement. I should be frothing at the mouth, ready to sink my teeth into her jugular and watch her blood fish down the front of her body. Hear her sweet cries of pain as she knocks on hell’s doors.

It would be so easy to give in. To allow the release I’m craving with every fiber of my being to blaze its way to the forefront. I’m already on a slippery slope, feeling the impending cataclysmic explosion resting just beneath the surface. All it will take is that one instance—that one moment—and I won’t be able to prevent the fallout that will occur.

So, I’m left here waiting, wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. I know it’s coming, that much is certain. But what I don’t know is when.

Wood dust falls on my head as Camille makes another pass over the floor above me. She’s been pacing a lot today, and sometimes, I can hear her heated words through the door that leads down here. Whoever she’s speaking to, she’s none too happy with what they’re saying on the other line.

“You don’t understand! He’s never going to go for that! The moment I do, he’ll kill me and chop me up into tiny pieces,” she fumes, her words causing a slight tug of my dry, cracked lips.

She does have one thing right—I do plan to kill her in the vilest of ways. Her only option to get out of this unscathed is to allow me to die without her precious “stipulation” as a reward. I’d rather cut my tongue out and feed it to the pigs than beg for anything.

Begging is beneath me. It gets me absolutely nowhere. The last person I begged ended up killing the only person I truly loved and who truly loved me in return. I never saw his face, the top of the table being in the way of my vision, but that didn’t stop me from pleading with them to spare my mother’s life.

Back then, I was a pathetic piece of shit. A laughing stock of the entire underworld. It’s a wonder my father ever made me the leader of the familia, being that I was such a disappointment to him. But being that our familia has already prided ourselves on tradition, there was simply no other way. I took the position, falling into it with such ease and grace it even terrified my father. Because we all knew what drove me to that particular place within our familia.

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